Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 259 Mother, I suddenly feel like you've brought this upon yourself.

Under Nezha's guidance, Zhuang Buran entered the ranks of gods and then casually picked out a zither and a flute from the Treasure Pavilion.

Afterwards, the two headed towards Huale Palace. Nezha first gave Zhuang Buran a general overview of the Heavenly Court, and then began to describe the situation at Huale Palace:
"Although the mistress of Huale Palace is the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady, she has always lived deep in Qionghua Palace. Usually, the music god Ling Lun is in charge of the palace affairs. Huale Palace is in charge of celestial music and celebrations."

"Today, the Third Prince Demeng has been enlightened and attained immortality. I am deeply grateful and will remember this in my heart, striving to repay this kindness one day."

Nezha waved his hand:

"There's no need for that. In the beginning, I almost mistook you for a monster. Besides, you're just a minor immortal, it's just a small favor."

"Furthermore, you are a rare natural deity in this era, and you have no sinful aura on your body. As long as you continue to cultivate in seclusion, you will be able to ascend to the heavens sooner or later."

"So, it can't be called a great favor, it's just a small help."

As he spoke, he led Zhuang Buran into the Huale Palace and went straight to the God of Music, Ling Lun.

From then on, the boy in brown began to settle down in Huale Palace. That evening, standing in his own courtyard, he surveyed the entire palace and couldn't help but nod, thinking to himself:

"Indeed, although they are all lowly immortals, they are all renowned figures in the lower realm. Fortunately, my Dharma body, with its innate dragon scales, can reflect everything and analyze all kinds of divine abilities and techniques, leaving nothing to be hidden."

"First, I secretly learned from Huale Palace, and then I went to various palaces in the Heavenly Court."

He raised an eyebrow slightly:
"I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to taste the peaches of immortality, the celestial wine, and the elixir of immortality."

Three days in heaven are equivalent to three years on earth.

The Temple of the True Lord.

Yang Jian sat at the head of the table, with four of the Six Eccentrics of Meishan standing in the hall: Li Huanzhang, Yao Gonglin, Guo Shen, and Zhi Jian. The eldest brother of Meishan, Kang Anyu, and the second brother, Zhang Boshi, were missing; they were guarding the Third Holy Mother on Mount Hua.

At this moment, the Celestial Hound rushed into the main hall, panting heavily:
"Master, we still haven't found any trace of agarwood."

“Thirty thousand heavenly soldiers and generals, twelve hundred grass-root gods, plus your day and night search in the mortal world, you have searched for three whole years, but you have not found a single person.”

Yang Jian's eyes suddenly turned cold:

"How am I supposed to explain this to Yaochi?"

"Second Master, I am truly incompetent." The sixth-ranking member, Zhijian, spoke, utterly perplexed.
"I don't know what kind of magic Chenxiang used to completely cover up his aura, causing Xiaotianquan's tracking technique to fail."

The fourth son, Yao Gonglin, looked thoughtful and said:

“We’ve searched everywhere in the mortal realm and even the underworld. The tracking technique of the Howling Celestial Dog becomes ineffective in water, and the Fourth Princess of the East Sea has always taken good care of Chenxiang. Could he be hiding the East Sea?”

"That's actually quite possible." The Celestial Hound seemed to remember something and shook his head.
"Based on my decades of experience with Chenxiang, he has always been a lazy person who hates trouble. He not only dislikes trouble that comes to him, but also dislikes causing trouble for others."

"I think it's probably in the water, but most likely it won't be hiding in the East China Sea."

Naoken began to speak:

"Second Master, if you ask me, it's a good thing that Chenxiang has no intention of saving his mother and even intends to hide himself so that no one can find out."

"After all, you and Chenxiang are related by blood, so this can be considered a happy ending for everyone."

"You can hide for a while, but you can't hide forever." Yang Jian's eyes darkened slightly.
"There are always some things in this world that cannot be avoided. Only by resolving them completely can we achieve a happy ending for everyone."

He stood up and said:

"Fourth brother, you have always been resourceful. You will lead the search party to the West Sea, North Sea, and South Sea. I will take Xiaotian Dog to the East Sea first."

at the same time.

Inside a cave deep within Mount Hua, a woman with eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn water, and a face as beautiful as a flower and as beautiful as the moon was found imprisoned within a pillar of light.

Suddenly sensing something, she looked up and saw a white-haired boy in brown robes. Her expression shifted slightly, as if she sensed an unseen blood connection, and she exclaimed in disbelief:
"Agarwood."

The Third Holy Mother hurriedly spoke:
"Chenxiang, you should leave quickly. This is not a place for you."

"Don't worry, this is just a paper doll clone of mine." The white-haired, brown-clad youth casually sat down on the ground.

"Seeing her today, I realize how beautiful my mother is. She is indeed a rare beauty in the Three Realms."

He gently smoothed his sideburns:

"No wonder I was born so good-looking."

Upon hearing that the white-haired, brown-clad youth was merely a paper doppelganger, the Third Holy Mother instantly relaxed. Hearing his boastful words, her inner turmoil dissipated considerably, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face.
“Over the years, whenever your uncle comes to Huashan, he talks to me about you, saying that your personality is different from other children, and it seems that he was right.”

"It's clearly because you guys all love to stir things up that makes someone as insightful and open-minded as me feel so out of place."

The white-haired, brown-clad youth laughed:

"Mother, there's always been a question I've wanted to ask you. I just don't understand why you fell for my father, who's neither good at literature nor martial arts."

The Third Holy Mother scolded:

"Don't talk nonsense, your father is clearly very learned."

The white-haired, brown-clad boy chuckled softly.

"This must be a case of beauty being in the eye of the beholder. My father was a failed scholar!"

The Holy Mother smiled, her lips pursed.
"Okay, I admit he's not very good at writing, and he seems a bit dull, but you don't need any reason to like someone."

"Oh, really?" Zhuang Buran said lazily.
“I don’t think so. Your fourth aunt saw the whole story of your relationship with my father from beginning to end. I know everything from her.”

“You grew up in the human world and were used to the mundane things in life. Although you suffered some hardships, your uncle mostly took care of them for you, so your mindset didn’t really grow.”

"The reason why I can make rapid progress on the path of cultivation is because of the divine bloodline in my body."

"Finally, my uncle went to heaven to become an official. As a busy judicial god, he simply couldn't find the time to visit you, while you stayed alone on Mount Hua for many years."

“Looking back, have you ever had such an experience? After thousands of years of solitude, your mind was ultimately not cultivated enough, which caused you to be tempted by worldly desires.”

The Third Holy Mother was taken aback:
"Perhaps you are right. I am used to the simple pleasures of life. I still remember the happy days of my family in Guanjiangkou when I was a child."

"Therefore, the solitude of staying on Mount Hua for a thousand years makes me miss that time even more."

The white-haired, brown-clad youth asked with a smile:

"I've heard that my grandfather was incredibly strong-willed. When facing the people of Heaven, he first used his mortal body to protect his wife and daughters behind him, then said that it was all his fault, and was determined to die, just to get leniency from Heaven."

"I wonder if my father had the same charisma as my maternal grandfather?"

For a moment, the Holy Mother seemed to be stumped by the question and fell silent.

“I’ve lived with my dad for so long, how could I not know his personality?”

The white-haired, brown-clad young man sighed softly:
"Mom, I suddenly feel like you're asking for trouble."

"It's bad enough that the husband you found isn't as responsible as your father, but he's also turned against your second brother, who was the only family member who risked his life to protect you since you were little!"

"The son I had was a selfish and self-serving person who only wanted to enjoy his own life and didn't care whether I suffered or not."

He paused slightly and said:
"Mother, do you regret it?"

“Chenxiang, if you were truly selfish, you wouldn’t have risked being exposed to come to Mount Hua.”

"You also know very well that some things cannot be accomplished by brute force, and that trying to achieve something by force will bring unpredictable consequences."

The Holy Mother sighed softly:
"Although Mother has violated the heavenly rules, Mother has always believed that she has not done anything wrong, so there is no question of regret."

(End of this chapter)